The Vampire's Kiss (2 page)

And I may just win the house.
He made his way over to her.

Memphis Rower was intent on drying herself off after her swim.

Richard’s eyes travelled over the path her towel took. Large breasts jiggled in the black Lycra as the material swept down the swell of her stomach to her curvaceous hips and pale, dimpled thighs. He felt his cock harden just picturing her pinned, naked and underneath him as he fucked her until she begged to come.

She looked up at him eyebrow arched. “What do you want?”

Attitude. I like it
. “You.” Richard saw no point in beating around the bush.

“Does that line always work?” Memphis wrapped the towel around her waist.

He smiled. “Generally.” She blinked several times. Richard was pleased she wasn’t immune to his smile.

“Uh-huh.” Memphis slipped her feet into nearby flip flops.

“I want to kiss you.”

Memphis burst out laughing. “Sure you do. The point is why would I want to kiss you?” She reached down and picked up a small cotton tote bag.

For the first time in his life Richard was at a loss for words.

Mortal women never questioned him. They just came to him and did as he bid. Vampires had a charm that surpassed all human men. Who was this woman? What had Polly set him up for?

“I have to go. I’m sure you’ll find someone else to kiss.”

Memphis turned and walked off.

Richard fell into step beside her, surprised that he was following her and not the other way around. “But I want you.”

“Well, fella, the feeling is not mutual.”

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“Are you kidding me?” His ego had taken a blow, and Richard was unsure how to recover from it.

“I’m just not feeling the love.”

“Do you need love, sweetheart?”

* * * *

Sweetheart
? The deep, husky way he said the word made her tremble. Memphis felt hot and cold and unsure whether she should run from him or to him. That was odd. No man ever affected her that way. But then this tall and darkly handsome man wasn’t the run of the mill pick up artist she came across. She had been stunned when the gorgeous man first approached her. Men like that didn’t even look at her twice. Memphis was fully aware she wasn’t beautiful. The best she could be described was plain and buxom. The only thing that stood out was her red hair and generally if a man approached they were only interested in finding out if the hair on her pussy matched that on her head. “I need to go home.” Yet, even as she said the words, Memphis found her feet slowing.

“What if I said I needed you?”

That stopped her in her tracks. No one had ever needed her. It was the one thing she craved. Someone she could rely on. “I’d think you were either stoned or doing this as a prank.”

“A prank?”

“Yes, my pussy is the same color as my hair.”
May as well give
him the answer and get him on his way.

Richard swallowed hard and was silent for a moment. He shifted his stance slightly. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Memphis wondered about his sudden unease. Her eyes travelled down the long length of his body, stopping at the obvious bulge in his pants. She licked her lips. She hadn’t had sex in forever, and the thought of any erect cock was making her wet with need.

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“Er—um—” Memphis cleared her throat.
Get a grip, woman
.

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

“Why?” There had to be a reason a beautiful man was at her side.

She was dripping wet, bulging out of her old swimsuit, and smelling of chlorine. There was nothing alluring about her.

“Do you treat all men who want you this way?”

If three ex-lovers could be counted as “all men” then the answer was yes. “You and me? Together?”

“Yes.”

“But for the fact I have no idea who you are or even why you lurk around local swimming pools—”

Richard shook his head. “I never lurk.”

This made Memphis smile. He sounded offended by the implication. “This is just weird.”

He smiled back. “Why?”

“You’re gorgeous.” Memphis was not one to play word games.

Things were as they were or not.

“As are you.”

She almost wanted to believe him.
Almost
. Past history with men made her wary. “No, I’m extremely average and smart enough to realize there’s something more behind this.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?” Memphis was oblivious to anyone else at the pool. This man commanded her total attention.

Maybe it was the dark, intense eyes that held hers.
Maybe I’m just
plain horny.

“Okay, my name is Richard Lindquist. I’m a one hundred and seventy-five year old vampire, and I need to kiss you to gain sole possession of Maverick House.” Richard smiled at her.

Wow, at least he’s got a great imagination. And that smile? I
could live with that for the rest of my life. Head slap—what are you
thinking, woman?
“Some men will say anything to have sex.”

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“What do women say to have sex?” Richard leaned down close to her face, their lips barely inches apart. “What do
you
say?”

“I—er, um—I-I’ve sworn off sex
.” But for you I think I can make
an exception.
Every fiber of her being wanted this man inside her body.

Richard looked stunned. “What? Why?”

“It’s all too hard.”
Why did I even mention the sex thing? And
what’s with his teeth
? For a beautiful man they looked uneven when he laughed. Memphis thought back to his words.
I’m a one hundred
and seventy-five year old vampire.
She looked at his mouth.
Vampire?

Nah…

“I can made sex easy for you.”

“I bet you could.” Some men could seduce with a look. He was one of them.

Richard held out his hand. “Come with me.”

For a split second she had been about to take his hand, but then logic kicked in. “I don’t think so.” Then her eyes met his. His gaze was hot with need. Memphis gulped. “I mean, no.”
That’s right.

That’s what I mean. No to the sexy man.

“Do you really mean no, sweetheart?”

Oh, boy.
She didn’t know what she meant when he spoke to her in the low, husky tone. “No—I mean yes—I mean I have to get home.”

Fucking possible vampires was not on her list of things to do.
Though
I could find room for it.

“Wouldn’t you like to have guilt-free, fantastic sex?”

Yes, please
. “Do I get steak knives with it?” she replied, her tone flippant as Memphis tried to stay in control of what was rapidly becoming an uncontrollable situation.

Richard took her hand. “Come with me,” he repeated once more.

His skin against hers made her tremble. “I smell of chlorine.”

Memphis’ fingers curled around his.

“I love the way you smell.”

“I’m wet.”

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He smiled. “I’m pleased.”

What would it feel like to have his cock between my thighs?
“I mean dripping wet.”

“Even better.” Richard pulled her toward him.

“This is—”

Richard put his finger to her lips. “Shut up for five seconds, Memphis Rower, and enjoy what’s on offer.” He waved his hand and they disappeared.

A bikini-clad woman in her sixties dropped the tube of sunscreen she was holding. “Did you see that, Harry?” The woman looked agog.

“What?” The man didn’t even look up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Those people were there then they weren’t. He just waved his hand and they vanished.”

“You’ve had too much sun, Beryl.”

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“What the hell?” Memphis landed flat on her back in the middle of what felt like a mattress. Richard’s body came down on top of hers, pinning her to the bedding. She could feel every muscle and bulge.

Memphis craned her head around to work out where she was. It looked like a bedroom.

“Where are we? How did you know my name? Who are you?

What is this all about? And why me?”

Richard smiled and linked his hands with hers. “You ask a lot of questions, sweetheart.”

“I—what?” How dare he sound amused at her! Memphis tried to pull her hands from his. “Well, answer them. How did we get here?”

She was still in her swimsuit so Memphis knew she wasn’t hallucinating in thinking she had been at the pool for her daily exercise.

“I told you. I’m a vampire.” His grin was wide with pleasure.

“Well, I would have thought a vampire would have landed with a little more finesse rather than in an undignified heap like this.”

Memphis wriggled to free herself from under him.

Richard moved with her. “I wanted to be on top of you. As for your name? My housekeeper told me that. And, last but not least, we’re at Maverick House.”

“Maverick House?” The name alone indicated trouble to Memphis. She looked up at the man who held her. “I don’t understand any of this.”
I should be scared but I’m not. Why is that? Why do I
feel like I belong here — with him? Have I had too much sun?

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Richard’s hands released hers. “Just relax, sweetheart.” He started to pull down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Memphis slapped at his hands.

Richard smiled down at her unperturbed. That’s when she saw his fangs, long, pointed and gleaming white. “Bloody hell, you
are
a vampire.”

He ran his tongue along both sharpened tips. “Yep, they’re not for show.”

“Are you going to bite me?” Memphis shivered at the thought.

What would it feel like?

“If you want. I’d like to.” Richard’s eyes were locked on hers.

Surprise and a wild sense of desire shot through her veins. That he was a vampire shocked her less than him being a stranger
.

I’ve never had stranger sex, but I’ve always wanted to.

It was wrong and it was naughty and it appealed greatly to Memphis.

I haven’t been bad in so long. I need to be bad.

She blew out a sigh. But being good meant being safe.

Oh, crap. Why throw temptation like this in my path
?

“Fighting with the inner good girl?”

That surprised her. “How do you know?

“Women of great class and intelligence always analyze things too much.”

Was he serious
? Memphis was lost for words, unsure how to take him or what she should do. This was all so crazy. She was a normal, suburban woman who worked in a job she hated and swam to keep fit.

There was nothing exciting about her and yet here she was in bed with a vampire. Memphis wasn’t even aware her breasts were on display until his mouth descended on one nipple and sucked hard. “Oh, God…” Her hands went to his head to hold him close. The heat from his body was suffusing hers with the most delicious lustful sensations.

Her thighs parted of their own accord, and Richard settled between

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them and continued sucking. “I usually don’t do this—you know, sex with a stranger—let alone a vampire, and you’re stranger than most.”

Richard lifted his head. “Shut up, Mem sweetheart, and just enjoy.”

Mem sweetheart
? “Um, R–Richard?”

“Yes?” His voice was muffled as once more his mouth was at her breasts licking her other nipple.

“If we’re going to do this…” Any good girl intentions Memphis may have had were thrown out the window with those words.

“What?”

“You know, have sex.” Which seemed a forgone conclusion as her hormones were urging her onward. “We need a condom.” Being naughty was one thing, being safe was another.

“I’m a vampire I can’t get you pregnant and I am immune to all diseases.”

“Okay then.” This was getting better and better. No messy condoms to deal with. They could be a passion killer sometimes.

Maybe fate wants me to have a good shagging.

“Indeed.” Richard began pulling her swimsuit down her legs. He threw it to the floor. “It is red.” He ran his fingers through the hair of her pussy. “Beautiful.”

Memphis shivered. “I told you so.” His head was moving down her body. She stiffened. “What are you doing?” She lifted her upper body and looked down at him.
He wasn’t going to do that, was he?

No one has ever done that before…Oh, my God, I just know I’m going
to scream if he does…

“I’m going to do whatever I want.” He pushed her back onto the bed.

When his tongue touched her clit, Memphis jerked up in surprise and shrieked. The insistent pressure of his tongue made her moan and writhe as she tried to push her pussy against him and yet pull away at the same time as the pleasure was overwhelming. Memphis clutched at the bedding on either side of her. He was relentless, licking,
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sucking, and lapping until she was sobbing with the need to be filled.

It was like her world had stopped and all focus was between her thighs. She panted hard as wave after wave of hot, ticklish pleasure shot through her body and up her spine.

“Naked. I need you naked,” she whimpered. Memphis needed to feel a hard male body commandeer her own.
I want to be taken. I
want to be fucked.
At her command, Richard stopped what he was doing, waved his hand and his clothes disappeared. Memphis applauded. “Excellent trick.” The rights and the wrongs of this whole weird situation no longer mattered. “I need cock.”

Richard smiled at her, his body moving over hers. “And you shall have it.”

As the head of his cock pushed into her cunt, the penetrating heat pushed her back into the bed. Richard’s body surged into hers. There was no stopping. It was total possession. Memphis closed her eyes and gave into the sensation. “O-o-h-h, R-Richard.” And then he began a plunging push-and-pull thrust deep and hard inside her. It was like he was carving his place inside her body. It was raw and sweet and so hot that Memphis felt like she was dissolving into him.